I don’t want to give shallow conversations
First glance assumptions and prejudices.

I want to be wrong at how you are,
I want to crash against a wall and realize you’re magic
I want to have friends from unlikely places
I want to grow and know that I’m not always right.

I think of you all day
and all night long,
this routine we have
is not boring at all,
seeing your morning text
makes my day,
saying goodnight
feels alright.

And I know routines
sound monotonous
and tasteless
but loving each other
is not.

I’m grateful we can connect
for some hours
and have the best time,
I also love that even tho
time is not on our favour
we have managed to trick that *******.

I love you

I write poems in the dark
when I’m more vulnerable
when everyone is sleeping
while I bleed my feelings out
in letters that stand one after the other.

I didn’t learn how to be eloquent
it just happens to me once in a while every time my mind is about to colapse.

I feel everything intensely
and sometimes I try to put them in a cage
I place them there until there’s no room for more and then
they just explode.

I write them in the darkness of my bed
the place where I feel safe
the place where I can be alone with myself
the place that has witnessed uncontrollable breakdowns and
that has dried up a whole ocean of tears.

I write poems in the dark because
it’s the only place where I am me.

I was looking for love in him
I have felt so empty and alone
I wanted him to repair all the broken pieces of me,
That I expected him to solve all  my problems,
And fix my insecurities
But I have to love myself first
And get together with my broken parts

Solitude taught me
I am capable to bear things
I thought I wouldn't be able to survive.

Patience taught me
I can be more grateful
for the things I longed for.

Love taught me
I can be loved
I am worth it
and that the only thing
that really matters
is that despite everything
what you feel in your heart,
will last forever.

I don't know if everything is settled down in life,
and it's cruel to imagine it like that
many live their lives believing
that their fate can't change
because life is preset.

I love the rain
that comes in the morning
announcing a new day
has arrived,
it cleans my soul so deeply
that I feel my spirit so alive
the smell of the fresh trees
and the singing of the small birds
are so sweet to my ears
its smell is so good to my nose.

In my weakest time
your hand has been there for me,
when everything falls apart
you're always there to remind me
how home feels like.

You're my angel,
my protector,
my sweet love
my whole world.

you may say
my english is broken
you may say
my skin is too tan
you may say
my hair is too curly
but honey
english didn't raise me
i grew up around a language
that is just as beautiful as yours
my skin was kissed by the sun
my hair was created by mermaids
that swim in the deeps of the ocean
i know my skin is not like wheat
i don't have sunflower's hair
but that doesn't mean
my beauty is less than yours
that doesn't mean that the words
that come out of my lips are wrong at all.

I've been cutted into pieces,
Pieces I can't find myself
Pieces I can't glue by my own,
I'm falling apart through this
I'm not complete anymore,
Maybe I've never been full
Maybe I need more than glue.

You might find everything
in me is falling apart
but, I'm not falling
I'm getting stronger
like a great wall,
I ain't falling
I'm growing.

You won't tear me down
You made my roots get deeper
and stronger.

I ain't weak,
I ain't sick,
I'm stronger than ever
I'll survive this.